Robert Christgau: Dean of American Rock Critics

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Clarence Gatemouth Brown

  • Blackjack [Music Is Medicine, 1977] B-
  • Alright Again! [Rounder, 1981] C+

Consumer Guide Reviews:

Blackjack [Music Is Medicine, 1977]
The black musician with the unforgettable name sings like the bluesman he's thought to be, but though he plays some blues, too, more often he picks like a Nashville cat. Culturally, this is gratifying. Musically, though, it's a pleasant but by no means groundbreaking folkie jam with light jazz tendencies. Get ridda that flute, Gatemouth. B-

Alright Again! [Rounder, 1981]
Texans, Jesus--give them a black man in a cowboy hat and they won't stop jawing about the wide open spaces until they fall off the barstool. And what is this thing they have for blues brass in platoons? I mean, Bobby Bland can sing over, under, and around that shit, but this old pro obviously hasn't bulled his way past a tenor sax in twenty years. Still packs a fairly sharp guitar, I grant you, and he can make you listen up with that violin of his. But he's fronting some very unswinging white boys, and his idea of contemporary is the stock-market woes of small businessmen. C+

Further Notes:

Everything Rocks and Nothing Ever Dies [1990s]